With the new year, I have this tendency to over-evaluate, over-plan, over-dream, and over- [ok, you caught me] stress.
- This will be the most exciting year of my life...
- This is the year everything will fall into place
- Im really going to do [insert extreme adventure] this year...
You too? Whew. Glad we're on the same page here.
Goals are great. I'm a true goal digger, if you will. Goals are how ish gets done.
But to a certain extent, sometimes embracing life as an obstacle-laden mess of surprises is the truest path to happiness.
That's reason #10973 why my counterpart, my Mr. Let's-just-see-what-happens hubby, is the frustrating, necessary, humbling, and welcome jelly to my sticky, stressful peanut butter plans.
In this New Year, let's agree to catch ourselves before we travel too far down that rabbit hole of anticipation to simply gather our thoughts and say-
This is the year I will listen.
This is the year I will let go.
This is the year I say "surprise me" and leave the big plans up to God.